A techno syndrome decays his soul
No way to fight it no vaccine.
Fever hysteria delusions nothing new to me but all some how different.
Immortal deity stabbing his mortal worlds
Life was never meant forever but some how he thought the delusion was.
Synthesizers show him sympathy drum machines pound away at his skull.
Samplers repeat in his head
Video feed persistent beta loop enwrapping a decaying soul.
A non stop mega mix swinging in my mind.
Covering the dim roar of the crowd
Audio input-the words the words do not apply...
Winding spiraling twisting perverting flexing perplexing
...at least not to them; not yet
Cerebrum BPM increasing notes stepping down tune diminishes
Racket distortion irritation to other listeners audience becomes unstable
BPM + 200% samples reversed repeated programming flaws relevant
Sequencers out of sink chaos collapse audience riots Armageddon end is near violence
Seats ripped from the floor the pit is growing
Delusions made reality their world around has ceased
Concert continues crowd control oxymoron
The virus has been spread techno syndrome plague horsemen
Pyro fireworks explosions lasers no longer just a floor show
A shattered mask falls to the floor
The crowd sees him for what he is
It intensifies too far gone
And then he walks off stage the host is rid of the parasite